Is you have to go get your shit at some point.  After spending the last four years strewn out across the universe, I’ve begun the task of getting myself together, so to speak.  I’m writing from the fine Italian couch I loved that I gave Andy, after having driven from Missoula to Tucson, to LA tomorrow, back to Missoula, five days in the car in seven days.

And I didn’t get what I needed from my house in Tucson, so I have to come back.  Which means I may have to come down here to ride in the dead of winter a time or two.  Or, May, when I put my house on the market again. Or, three years from now when the market improves so that I can put my house on the market again.

This trip cross country is like a trip of my favorite places, as opposed to the Missoula to Chicago trip, which was a trip of my least favorite stops (Fargo-Moorhead).  I spent last night a couple of miles outside of Bryce Canyon, UT, sleeping out under the stars, then got up and marched around for a couple of hours before getting back in the confines of the car.

Speaking of confines.  I started an experiment that went WAY wrong. This is not the first time I’ve tried this. Thing is, I hate being trapped.  When I think about my love for coffee, I feel like I’m being controlled, maybe even manipulated, which makes me nervous.

The experiment is as follows:

DETOX of Becky, Part Six

Logic: Woke up on day after massive backpack trip with dogs and Heidi, a bit sore, rejuventated, challenged, after 12 hours of sleep because we (Otto with his little dog pack that carried my wine and I) were wiped out, with an idea: I want to be detoxified because I eat too much chocolate, beef, and cheese and I drink waaaaay too much coffee and wine.

The Procedure: Eat only fresh fruits and vegetables, drink NO coffee, eat whole grains and nuts, drink water or 100% fruit or veg. juice for however long (I didn’t set goal), not less than a few days.

Process: Since I’ve become a pro long distance driver, I like to throw in obstacles.  I’m bored of and have mastered the No AC til I nearly suffer heat exhaustion trick, this was next: The Dale Tye Diet and NO COFFEE.

Hour four: Headache. Spacey. Flipping the bird at drivers that pass me (jerks, they must have had coffee).

Hours Five-24: Severe headache when I move that’s so intense it’s like an icepick in the back of my right eye. Moving makes it throb.  Middle of the night, around 3 am, I get up and look through the car for the ONE JOLT gum piece I knew I had.  Lo and behold that shit is just that and false advertising because it does absolutely nothing.  Being at altitude doesn’t help.  At one point, I awake sweating like in a sauna, thinking, “God, why did I do this?? WHY DID I DRINK SO MUCH!?!” but then I remember I hadn’t had a drink in a couple of days.  I felt hungover.  Worse than any November 1st, ever.

Test: I did what I do when I’m hungover: I beat it out of myself through exercise.  Lacing up my running shoes at 7 am sucked more than anything, and those first attempts of running, followed by grabbing my head and curling over for a few minutes were beyond awful.  I walked and walked then saw the most amazing trail, as I was in Loosee Canyon and among the bright red arches and the bright green pines and the bright green pines framed by the bright red arches.  I was in love and forgot my woes, or my physical aversions.  It was like I was 10 again, coffee-free.  I ran back and the headache went from I want to die to dull.

Outcome: I drove another hour caffiene-free to Kanab and got a cup of coffee so I would stop being such and idiot and just enjoy myself. The skies parted, my music sounded really good again. 

The rest of the detox is on course. Til LA, that is.

BB 

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